Ignore the fuck out of that bitch.

Try to find out who's camp it is.

Continue ignoring voice, litanies litanies litanies.

>Litanies litanies litanies

Your conditioning already causes you to mutter such prayers when stressed or idle.

>Find out the camp inhabitants
Your auspex only reveals the lifesigns and small energy signatures in the camp. You strain your eyes, and manage to spot the Aquilla stamped on the sides of the tents.

>Input command....

Approach with caution

Come on you lurkers, this is a good quest.

>Approach, with caution.

The voice keeps nagging at you to talk to it as you try and sneak towards the campsite. The excess weaponry weighs heavily on your back as you try to keep the lasguns all somewhat balanced to not tip yourself over.

*rustle*

"Hold your position, or I -will- fire!" You hear, looking around where the voice may have come from. An indicator from your auspex directs you roughly 10 feet away, where a guardsman lays prone with his lasgun trained on you. It looks like he's using a vox.

>Input command...

rolled 8 = 8

>>9096577
Hold still, Use a callsign, if we've got one, if not, simply state our name, and who we're attached to.

Then hold we will.

>>9096616
Fuck, forgot that I have noko dice on.

Fixed.

>Hold, Identify self

You freeze in your tracks and call out to the sentry.

"I am the S-Sanctioned-d-d Psyker attached to Lt. Mallear... My transport was-s shot down."

The guardsman stand from his position and starts moving towards you. Lasgun trained, he pulls a small dataslate and holds it near you, as if comparing.

"You're cleared." He lowers his rifle. "What's with all the extra gear?"

'Oh! Tell him we're having a tea party!' the voice says.

"We recovered the munitions of the escort... We thought it would be best to bring them back with us."

"... Whose we?"

The voice in you head giggles a little bit.

>Input response...

I'd like to try and lie, saying Ramirez, but he died. Wasn't he Inquisition though? Might look suspicious.

BUMP FOR MORE INPUT

What's the deal? Surely I'm not the only one that thinks Psyker Quest is awesome.

>Lie
>Testing Fel(3)
Roll(1d10)+0:
2,+0
Total:2
>Pass!

"We. Us. Myself and Ram-" You glance around, and act shocked.

"Where's Ramirez?!" You spin around and around a few times, searching. The guardsman shakes his head and sighs.

"Bolt magnets..." He mutters under his breath. You're able to hear perfectly though. "Come on, we need to get you to Mallear. He'll wanna know you're here and that we lost the transport."

He moves towards the camp.

'Hehehe... You're a sneaky one.' The voice says.

>Input command...

>>9096792
Ramirez and I... but he didn't make it.

http://www.paybacktimelizzy.com/index.php?c=viral&m=index&id=c69313eef1508e9c65b647a99560673
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rolled 5, 1, 5, 5 = 16

>>9097102
That daemon in our head is really annoying.

Make a note to look up how to cast the daemon out. Fuck this noise.

I guess we go with him, ask the guardsman if he's heard anything.

>Follow, asking if he's heard anything

"I've been on sentry duty all day. Not heard a word. Ask the Lt. about that stuff." It's all he says, really.

'He isn't very fun. Why don't you talk to -me- instead? At least I'm... engaging.'

The camp is set up like a small firebase, with a few checkpoints and killzones set up around the perimeters. You must have got lucky upon arrival to not walk into the line of fire of a Heavy Bolter. The sentry leads you to what is serving as the command bunker. After showing you in, he leaves.

"Ted! There you are. We've been waiting for you to show up. What kept you? Nevermind. We need to know now. Where is this Chaos force coming from? We must stamp out this heresy before it starts."

There are a few other people in the tent. The trigger-happy Commissar hovers in the corner, now toting a powerfist rather than a chainsword in addition to his bolt pistol. There are two guardsmen watching the door.

'Oooh, more playmates? Hehehe... Oh little psyker~ I've got a small bargain for you~"

>Input command...

>>9097366
"What bargain, daemon?"

Maybe we can use her.

>>9097366
Ignore the daemon.

Inform the Commissar of the presence of daemons near the destroyed Chimera.

>>9097427
No, you shut the FUCK UP. Only a HERETIC would make a deal with a filthy fucking DAEMON.

rolled 1, 3, 2, 1 = 7

>>9097366
Oh fuck, it's Commissar bug-up-the-ass.

Keep ignoring the daemon, talk to the bossman and tell him it's dem pink humies with the tats and claws mukkin' about.

>>9097447
Hey, we've got resources, use 'em. Waste not what the Emperor provides. We must have got possessed for a reason.

>>9097427
No, we're ignoring the voice.

Was this the place we were going to in the first place? It seems rather coincidental. Check for inconsistencies, unless I'm mistaken.

>>9097473
Infested in order to keep the daemon from exerting any real influence on the world!

We must ignore it and keep it from ever doing anything EVER AGAIN, lest we incur the Emperor's wrath!

>>9097494
Hey, I was only sayin'...

Can we at least ask what the bargain would be?

>>9097473
So that we can imprison the daemon for eternity or crush it with our willpower. That is the only possible reason.

>>9097516
No, we will never even acknowledge it's existence.

>>9097458
He got promoted. He's now Commissar Stick-up-his-ass.

He's three more BLAMs from Commissar Immovable-Rod-up-his-ass, and fifteen more from Commissar Truly-Immovable-Rod-up-his-ass.

So was this the place we were originally heading?

>>9097539
So, Commissar Suha.

Got you. Well, ignore him because he's a bitch and spill your guts out to the boss.

>THERES DAEMONS AFOOT!

"We encountered daemons..." You say, shuddering at the words. "They had attacked a chimera and slaughter most of the guardsmen."

"We were wondering what had happened to Zulu. They went silent and we couldn't find them anywhere." Lt. Mallear says. The Commissar approaches you and takes a big whiff of the air around you.

"Blugh. He reeeeeks of HERESY!" The Commissar exclaims, flexing his powerfist. "Lt. I order you have the Cleric cleanse him before -I- do it myself."

>Input response (you can show off here if you want)...

>And yes, this is where you were heading.

>>9097651
Tell him to step the hell off our back- WE'RE the ones that RIPPED DAEMONS APART WITH OUR BEAR HANDS, not you, Commissar fuckwit.

this is where we do dramatic sparks and ominous empty glares.

>>9097703
>Bear Hands

From now on, Hammerhands gives you Bear Hands as well as the normal bonus.

>>9097651

Oh, yes. Lovely. Because you're really going to try and shoot the psyker who just punched fourteen daemonettes into a fine pink mist. </deadpan>

I fully intend to head to the cleric for cleansing and spiritual reassurance, however I felt it prudent to report to the LT. as per reglations, first.

>>9097651
Speak to the cleric. He might be able to help us without killing us.

>>9097761

If we tell him exactly what's gone down, he'll have the commisar blam us in a second.

We should just ask for a gerneral spirital cleansing and a bolstring of our faith. Save the actual exorcisms for our Inquisiion buddies.

>>9097759
this. and remind him who killed the daemons

>Explain Fist of Golden Throne

You recount your experience when trapped by the daemons and how you fought you way out, pulverizing the daemons and showering the area in heretical daemon-mist-goo. Explaining your tainted smell. The Commissar glares down at you before stepping back to the corner of the bunker.

"I will seek our Cleric, now, if you so allow Lt." You say, with a bit of a smug undertone.

"Yes, do satisfy the Commissar's request. We'll discuss more later."

You leave the bunker, and find the makeshift shrine. Within the small bunker with the statuesque image of His Divine Majesty standing proudly, you see a lone figure in a black robe sitting in one of the seats. It doesn't make a motion or a sound. It may not even know that you're there.

>Input command...

>>9097848
Cough politely and/or mutter litanies in a ways that suggests you need spiritual aid.

>>9097848
Step forward and pray quietly at the front row. Quietly Intone lianies of protection against the daemon.

Pay respects to Him. Politely initiate conversation with robed figure.

>>9097848

Pray. Don't bother the figure unless he acknowledges you first.

>>9097848
I pledge my service to thee, God-Emperor of mankind. Do with me as You please, for my faith is absolute.

>Move to the front, initiate prayer

You slowly chant other litanies to steel your faith as you approach His image.

Nearing the front row, a chill runs down your spine. You inch forward slowing bit by bit until you're nearly paralyzed with an icy terror. Gasping for air as you claw at your throat, the cloaked figure stands and approaches you. Your body writhes in pain and tortuous agony.

He removes his hood. An elongated skull with a series of cybernetics traces along his head. He drops a small parchment upon your body before disappearing in a flash.

You slowly regain control of your body, though you curl into the fetal position for a few moments, litany of protection ablaze on your lips.

'What's wrong sweety? You feel like you've seen a ghost or something...'

>Input command....

>>9098059

I pledge my service to thee, God-Emperor of mankind. Do with me as You please, for my faith is absolute.

>forgot image

>>9098086
So you kind of already said that.

Anyway, regain composure and examine parchment.

>>9098059
Fucking. Pariahs.

Examine parchment.

>>9098176
>>9098125
Not just any pariahs, that was a Culexus Assassin. We're lucky we just collapsed in agony.

Anyway, read the parchment.

>>9098259
Oh yeah, I forgot. We should probably dump some of the excess materiel we're carrying. We only need one lasgun, after all.

Let's see if we can't get a hardware upgrade later. A shotgun, perhaps?

>Examine Parchment

"By order of Inquisitor Charlemagne, Ordos Hereticus: This message is to be delivered in secret to the Sanctioned Psyker 'Ted' designated to accompany Lt. Mallear to the reclaimed Paradise World of <insert name here>."

"Dear Psyker Ted, I do apologize for the horrific amount of mental trauma you clearly experienced at the hands of the Culexus who has sent this message, however he is needed just in case in the service of His Divine Majesty, you find yourself much out of control and the services of the good Commissar will not be enough. I have received word of your contact with my other acolytes in the field, and hope they will fulfill their duties appropriately. Now, I must request you do the same. They are prepared to go to any length to ensure not only the success of this operation, but also your survival until the end of said operation. I expect the same amount of dedication and integrity of you as well, and will have the pleasure of making you acquaintance soon. Have a pleasant evening. Eat this parchment after you've finished reading it. None must find it."

>Input command...

>>9098330
Eat it, then go turn in the excess equipment to a quartermaster.

A collection of individuals that can kill us at any moment with no fear of our ability? I say we obey, for now.

>>9098330
I read that in toth's voice
Get to chomping

>>9098374
We still need the help of the temple, we got a daemon in our head.

>Eat message.
*NOM*

Tastes like nutripaste.

>Cleanse self

You seek out the cleric within the temple, and find him dozing in the backroom.

"What can I do to guide you, brother?"

"There... is a problem..."

"What is it you require?"

He wears the robes of a Munitorium Cleric, and in the back room you can spot some medals of recognition. Mostly for combat. And soap-box derbies.

>Input explanation, or bluntly tell him.

>>9098553
I want to reaffirm my faith in the Emperor. I have seen horrible things today. Can you help me cleanse myself?

Imply that you may of been tainted in your recent RIP AND TEARing. Perhaps we can let him discover for himself we carry a daemon.

>>9098553

don't say outright that we're possesed. Bad move. Ask for spiritual bolsering to help counteract the horrors you have seen today.

>Reaffirm faith

"Of course. I shall guide you in the ritual chantings." He seems nice.

You chant with the Cleric to attempt to cleanse yourself of taint and reaffirm your faith.

>CHAOS LEVEL: 1
>Slaanesh: 1
>K/Tz/N: 0
>You still have the Daemonette within you.

You also recount the tale to him of the daemons you fought, and drops small hints about feeling odd and/or not alone.

'Aww... don't be so mean... All I want is someone to talk to... *sniff* ' The voice seems saddened and whimpers. 'And to think I would have simply told you where we were... Jerk.'

"Let me gather some inks and I shall inscribe hexagramic wards upon your forehead. It should assist in your purification."

He moves to his backroom once again.

>Input command, or wait.

Also ask if he has any charms/minor relics that he can spare for the fight against the Warp. Anything that can give us an edge.

>>9098813

Wait. This is good.

Althogh keep one eye open ready to run in case he calls the Commissar to blam us.

>>9098901
We won't be blammed, that commissar would get fucked up if he tried to kill us right now. The note said our survival was being assured, until the end of the mission.

>>9098813
Wait for him, ignore the daemon, and watch out for BLAM!

>>9098941

Even so, it'd pay to be cautious. The notewriter probably doesn't know we have a daemon in or head, afte all.

>Wait

You wait a few moments until he returns with a large tome, some inks, and a quill set.

"Be still."

He opens the tome and flips to a series of hexagramic ward diagrams. Funny, they look like a bunch of targeting reticules and bull's eyes. Slowly, he begins to doodle the ward on your forehead and parts of your face.

The room gets quieter and quieter until you hear nothing of the voice, and only hear his quiet chantings.

He cleans up his inks and leads you in more prayers of purification.

>CHAOS LEVEL: 1
>Sl/Tz/K/N: 0


>Input Command...

>>9099041
Continue with the purification. Hate the daemon.

>>9099041
Keep praying. Get in an hour or so of this, then let's head off to the armory to drop off our excess lasguns.

If an hour isn't enough, then stay as long as it takes. We need to get this problem under control.

So we've been purified but still retain a measure of irreversible taint? If we've become more susceptible to the warp we should probably get some seals or something.

Hell, I'd just cover my whole fucking body tattooed with wards.

>>9099041
Pray a little more, thank the priest profusely, and then dump all our extra gear with a quartermaster, informing him of their recovery form the fallen patrol.

>>9099095

You make it sound like an Acne outbreak.

Did we still have Ramirez's skull? Would probably be best to leave it with him to properly put him to rest.

>>9099116
none_purer.jpg

Your prayers soon finish and you have reached a point of calm. For the first time in years, you have no headaches, pains, and can just relax in the silence.

You thank the cleric and drop the excess armaments of at the armory. This whole ordeal has left you quite drained.

>It is advisable to rest. You've learned a lot and sho-

FUCK OFF BETHESDA.

>Level up, fuck year.

>Choose one:

>Bonus Adv. Power, Bonus 2 Minor Powers, Stat increase (1 pt)

>>9099204
>Would probably be best to leave it with him to properly put him to rest.
>WE WANT SERVO SKULL RAMIREZ
Jesus, shit just started, and we get bumrushed by a damned Culexus assassin?? What the hell are we worth?
Also, is the daemon gone now?

This is the part I'm no good with, someone with more knowledge of the skills have at it.

>>9099289
Bonus Advanced Power. Let's take Regenerate.

>>9099302
Oh, I forgot about that.

>>9099289
>It is advisable to rest. You've learned a lot and sho-
>FUCK OFF BETHESDA.
Alright, you got me again. Almost made me spill my beer.
I don't have my books near to me, but I will agree with the aforementioned ADV. regen. Shit will be handy, I think, seeing as we usually aren't alone, but could stand to keep people ALIVE more often than make them the daemons.

>>9099331
To clarify: Regenerate causes our wounded flesh to slowly knit back together, and this means we can regrow lost limbs and organs. We could literally donate body parts to the medical tent if need be.

The downside is that if we take bionics, that part of the body we replaced will not regenerate until we remove the bionics. So the Cult Mechanicus won't be too pleased by that...

>Power gained: Regeneration

It really is a good idea to rest though. You've had more physical activity today than in the last three weeks on the ships.

>Find bunks?

>>9099442
Eat, sleep, etc.

>>9099442
Is the daemon gone? Sleep clutching onto a charm if we have one.

>>9099442
Get grub, get sleep.
Keep pistol under pillow. Keep hand with pistol under pillow.

As you go about the rest of the evening, bathing, eating, and preparing for rest, you find the silence comforting. You're forced into bunks with the rest of the troopers, but it isn't so bad. It's company after all.


You close your eyes slowly.

'It's lonely in here now.' a familiar voice squeaks in the back of your head.

>>9099489
I FUCKING KNEW IT

>>9099489
We were host to more than one?

>The hexagramic wards did not expel the daemon, but it did trap it within you. It is now cut of from the warp, however, and only exists due to your connection, not her own. You are now it's lifeline and only link to the material world. It can't communicate with it's fellow daemons anymore.

>>9099537
We just got Navi'd

If we do find ourselves falling to chaos, I suggest we choose/invent Malal. Because fuck you chaos/everything.

>>9099537
Good, now we can crush it with silence. Ignore it forever.

>>9099560
It could be worse...

Are we aware the daemon is trapped? As in, can we act on this information?

>>9099560
Essentially, but not really. It might occasionally try to talk, but if you just ignore it, it'll probably go crazy eventually. Then fun times will happen. (No, not railroading to force interaction, but FORESHADOWING!!!!! kinda sorta not really. Think DA: Origins entering the fade.)

How safe is it to sleep with a trapped daemon in our head?

>>9099592
I'll let the meta knowledge slide. You're smart enough and know enough about the warp and its connection to realize that this being has none aside from you any longer.

>>9099605
Think of it as a small girl curled up alone in the corner, sad, alone, and ignored.


You're fine.

Explain to the daemon that we are all too willing to end ourselves, and it along with us. We would rather be dead than allow its existence to interfere with the works of the God Emperor.

>>9099653
What daemon? There's no daemon inside us. You're crazy.

Fuck, I leave to play some gaems, and shit got real.

Oh well, We need to rest.

Do white-noise machines exist in 40K? Because we're going to need it to keep the 'nette from making us batshit insane.

>>9099663
You could have taken the power White Noise. You have the Improved version as soon as you take the basic one. That'll accomplish the same thing.

>>9099700
Well fuck.

Mutter litanies to ourself as we drift off into our own personal warp. A.K.A: Dreamland.

Argh, I leave for ten minutes...

Regen is good. I propose our next power should be hammerhands, though, given how much rape we pulled off with it last time.

>>9099700
Fuck the daemonette. No pun intended. If we're to go the way of KAY-OSS then we'll fucking well go Tzeench. So let the Slaaneshi whore go insane.

>>9099604
>Think DA: Origins entering the fade
>fuck me, that could get bad
Hey ya'll, can we at least ENTERTAIN the thing every so often? Lest it get rowdy in our head and make us look double heretical?

I'm actually really surprised. I thought having a daemonette in yer noggin would get a lot FHOR KAYOSS in here. I approve of your devotion.

>You fall asleep soundly. (Optional: You also acknowledge the daemon within your mind and say something remotely comforting, yet full of standard Imperial fervor and end with 'Good night.')

>>9099793
Tzeentch is a faggot. Slaanesh is a faggot who has a fuckawesome home with fields and a fucking buffet ON THE FIELDS

If we fall, we're going Slaaneshi.

We're not going to fall, though. We'll make it all the way up to Primaris Psyker fuck yeah.

>>9099850
Fuck Slaanesh AND Tzeentch. Papa Nurgle loves you.

>>9099844
Comfort the Daemon? Nah.

Just give a howdy-do good-night. Nothing else, nothing more.

>>9099803
No.
Maybe if it was a Horror of Tzeench.

>>9099861
Nurgle looks like a Melted Condom.

You know what melted condoms don't protect against?

Space Aids.

Enjoy your "Rot"

>Someone should go ahead and archive and we'll pick up tomorrow. OP wishes you all good morrow.

>>9099898
Goodnight, OP.

See you later.

>>9099898
Ok. See ya. Time to lurk/troll /v/.

>>9099883
But when you go Nurgle you become IMMUNE to the diseases you carry. So it doesn't matter.

Now that the daemonette is cut off from the warp, I wonder if we could convert it to worship of the Emperor?

>>9099933
It turns you into a less than perfect being.

Does having your entrails bursting out of your gut, pulsing sickly as maggots crawl within count as perfect?

I sure as hell hope not. But that's still a pretty awesome mental scene, though.

I dunno how to archive, so its up to you dudes.

>>9099985
Once you're a follower of Nurgle, your form to you and the rest of the followers is perfect.

>>9099850
Tzeench is UNLIMITED POWAH! That's why.

>>9099883
>Nurgle looks like a Melted Condom.
How do you know what that looks like?

I'm serious guys. Convert the daemonette. We might have to make it go a little insane first but eventually we'll break it and... yeah.

>>9100098
I'm sorta on this guys side. The Warp wasn't always a fucked up place.
Maybe.... maybe love can bloom on the battlefield?

>>9100048
I'm a Heretek, that's the sort of thing I mess around with.

>>9100032
There is no perfection in decay.
Tzeentch is UNLIMITED PLANNING.

>>9100031

>>9100098

>>9100136
This is a fucking daemon. It WILL get us in to trouble if we listen to it.

Everything it says must be taken as what it is, WORDS FROM A DAEMON.

>>9100152
There's also no perfection in postan when I'm half-asleep.

Good night, /tejee/

>>9100164
Who said listen to it?
It will break. For the first time, it is alone, utterly sundered from the Warp. Let us put the screws to it. At least until we can get rid of it. Nullifying it as a threat is the next best thing to it's elimination.

>>9100164
We're not going to listen to it. We're going to make it listen to us. And when we're done, it will be a loyal servant of the Emperor.

>>9100209
You've got high fucking hopes. It's not going to happen.

>>9100136
It's a Slaaneshi daemonette so no, no fetish fuel. If we could get it to swear a vow of celibacy and actually mean it...

>>9100098
well
it is possible as it IS one of the trials of becoming a grey knight

>>9100612
What, seriously?